Yeller, it seems only fair that you get your own memorial post, one that can sit on the internets with your pal Jordan's for all eternity.
*disclaimer - I am not a poet, nor profess to be a writer. I only wrote this "poem" as a cathartic release for my grief over Yeller.
You were our quiet one, our undemanding one, the one who sat and waited
waited for treats, waited for walks, waited for loving
You never waited long, but you waited with such patience
and such unconditional love and we loved you
Now you are gone your quiet presence is quite missed
the silence of a room without you in it is quite noticeable
and its hard to believe you are gone.
You were our fun spirit, our crazy spirit, the one who kept on giving
giving us another ball, giving us another frisbee, another stick to throw and chase
You used to play forever and had such boundless energy
and always had a tireless resolve to always be the first to get there.
The day we lost you was a hard day, a sad day, and a day we won’t forget.
We also won’t forget all the good days, the days we played
the days we laughed, the days we went swimming and hiking
and just hung out, watching the world go by from the quiet of the yard,
or how much we all loved you.
You came to us because you weren’t wanted,
and for a while we wondered what we had gotten into.
Now all we want is our sweet Yeller back,
to feel the curl of the hair on the back of your neck that would never lie down,
or to feel your warm nose nudging a leg for a walk,
or to smell your sweet Yellie fur again.
We miss you Yellie,
we miss you like we never imagined we’d have to so soon,
and thank you for all the good days and hope you found them good too.
Me, Abzilla and the Helomonster.